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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Cerria Vizsla
AGE: 20
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Mandalorian
RANK: Vod
HEIGHT: 6’2
WEIGHT: 155 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Green
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Then the Hutts found out, then the staff started to be intimidated by the Hutt family refusing to tolerate a company on their own planet building for a rival pirate group, then the ship designs began to be proven..difficult to manufacture, then the pirate group lost their patience and demanded their vessels. Cerria’s parents could not oblige and so they died. Pirates showed up, kicked the door down, executed them and left. Poor little Cerria had no clue what had actually happened, all she knew was her parents never came home.
If it was not for the protocol droid that served as her babysitter, the then five year old would have probably starved to death before she was found. One might have been expecting a family friend or member to find her but…no. The worst possible person could have found her: an enforcer for the Hutts. They took her away, shooting her protocol droid when they sought to oppose her essentially kidnapping, and forced her into a life of slavery. She was passed around, sold to and fro all over Nal Hutta.
She was snapped up pretty quick and forced into being a slave. She had to steal, to thieve, to scavenge to make money. If you did not meet your quota…you would not eat. It was a cruel rule indeed and many nights, Cerria would go without eating or worse…being beaten. Discipline through fear, fear of pain and fear of failure, was driven into her. For five years she suffered. It was not only her ability to steal that was cultivated during these years but also her ability to fight. To kill. She made her first kill at ten.
Another three years passed. Now thirteen years old, Cerria had endured ten years of feeling trapped, of being abused, of being mistreated. These years are where her knowledge of Huttese and Gamorrean came from, owing to her interactions with them. She was no longer the demure little girl she had been and that was why her owner, the man who had for so long used her as a thief and servant, wanted her gone. She was sold onto other slavers, to be thrown into a mine or a dance club or something…or that was what should have happened. That was the day she saw the Mandalorian passing through the streets of Nal Hutta. She had heard stories of them, of the proud and independent warriors of Mandalore
With no plan and nothing carrying her feet except a desperate madness only the truly hopeless could understand, Cerria took her chance. She broke away from the slaver that had once owned her, making a mad dash for his speeder. Cerria had absolutely no clue how to drive and so, with her slaver’s bodyguards in pursuit, was it really any surprise she was shot down? Luckily enough the explosion from the crash, even if it did cost her an arm and am near death experience, was enough to attract the Mandalorian’s attention. A fight broke out. The Mandalorian won and they absconded with Cerria.
When she regained consciousness she screamed. Her arm was missing. She was far from the city she had grown up in. She was in a stranger’s house. Panic set in. Fear set in. Instinct took over. She lunged for the Mandalorian and, as one might expect, was surely out performed and restrained yet in the scuffle her five finger discount enabled her to snatch her saver’s vibroblade. It may not have been able to do much to a plate of Beskar but it was enough to impress them, especially given how she was missing an arm and still managed to bring it to his neck.
“Skill and training are something I can give you but a killer instinct, the desperation to win no matter what? That can not be taught. You have potential. You can stay here and rot on this world or come with me and join the covert.”
Those were the only words the Mandalorian shared with Cerria. They were the only words they needed to say. She accepted and was taken away from Bilbousa, gaining the closest thing she ever had to a future of her own, one in which she had a choice of what form it would look like.
She became a foundling that day and, thanks to one single favour the Mandalorian was owed by a Nul Huttan doctor, gained a replacement limb. Oh yes, she may have had to build the limb herself from scrap and discarded droid parts but it was at least an arm. Building and maintaining this arm of her’s was, thanks to the foundational education in engineering and mechanics her parents gave her, almost entirely to thank for her ability to repair and build things so well.
This all occurred a good seven years ago now. She has trained every day since then, travelling from world to world with her covert. Practising weapons, hand to hand combat, upgrading and enlarging her limb as she has grown older, earning her armour, tracking, navigating and every other possible skill a Mandalorian could need. She’s basically graduated from the equivalent of Mandalorian college and is now a fully fledged adherent of the Way of the Mandalore.
PERSONALITY
PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■■■■ Larceny | ■■■■■ Survival | ■■■■■ Tracking |
■■■■■ Cooking | ■■■■■ Leadership | ■■■■■ Field repairs. |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■■■ Blasters | ■■■■ Rifles | ■■■■■ Thrown weapons. |
■■■■■ Demo. | ■■■■■ H2H | ■■■■■ Daggers |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Huttese | ■■■■■ Gamorrean | ■■■■■ Engineering | ■■■■■ Navigation/Piloting | ■■■■■ Mechanics |
To describe Cerria in a single phrase is a simple task: She’s a born survivor. Stealing, killing, violence, deception. If it’s for her own survival, these things are all well within Cerria’s personality, easily done and equally easily forgotten about. Morality and ethics…she may have once cared for the mortality inherent in taking another’s life but given how early killing actually took place in her life, she has developed a very unhealthy level of apathetic detachment.
She is not a sociopath though. She values the people around her, especially her covert, and the bonds in her life. A sense of family was something she had stripped from her at a very young age for an extended period of time. It may have taken her years to find her place among her new family but now that she has, Cerria genuinely and completely loves her family…perhaps a little too much. She understands how easily people can just die and as such, can be rather possessive.
In general though, she is just…odd. Quiet, reserved, silent. She’s the strong silent type but instead of just having a buried soft side, there is no other side to her. She watches before acting, reserved and passive, a genuine ambush predator that cares only for their family. The world was not a kind thing to Cerria and so, even if she has abandoned her past as much as possible, she has no desire to be kind to it. It is part of why she is so vindictive, yet another lesson learned from her years as a slave and thief.
In general, she may be quiet but she is…honestly kind of a sarcastic and snarky tomboy. Not outgoing but full of energy and, of course, very much the type to get drunk on power. That is why she became a Mandalorian after all. Free and proud warriors, making the entire galaxy tremble before their might. That was the initial appeal for her, and still very much something she is drunk on, but the family she found is very much her anchor. With anything else, she would be the absolute last person to risk their life…but for Covert and clan…she would do anything asked.
LEGACY
EQUIPMENT
—A voice modulator to make her sound more masculine.,
—MOD
A280C BLASTER RIFLE
--75 shots per power pack.
Two DG-34 Peacemakers
--30 shots per pack
RT-97C heavy Blaster Rifle
—30 shots per power pack.
Vibro Claws
Vibroblade
Thermal detonators
Breaching Charges
VT-49 Decimator.
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